The next day at school, I was on the edge of my seat.

I had come to terms with everything last night and this in fact, is not a joke. It was some cruel, sick person who was threatening us.

I kept my head down, not looking at anything or anyone. I hadn't slept in two days and it was starting to take a toll on me.

I was walking to my math class when I felt a hand around my shoulder. I looked up to find Mason, looking at me casually.

I was confused, until I saw the fear in his eyes.

He led me to an empty classroom where all the lights were off, "What's going on?" I asked, once he released me from his grasp. "It's Evie." 

My heart began to beat against my chest, "She got a text this morning of her kissing that Gracie girl, and it was sent to her parents." 

I shrugged, "What about it?" 

"Her parents are homophobic. They hit her." Mason said, pain in his eyes. I started breathing heavy, "Where is she?" I asked.

"She's at home. She's coming in later but her face is all red and- swollen." 

I began to get angry, "What the fuck? Why? Why would they do that? They're supposed to love her." I said. Mason nodded, "Yeah I know. It's fucked up." 

I sighed, rubbing my temples, "We'll talk about it when she gets here but right now, we've got to get to class." 

I was sitting idly in class, tapping my pencil against my worksheet. Everyone was already on the second page and I was stuck on the third question.

Who cares about trig, not me.

I started writing down my question, accidentally snapping my pencil led when the all quiet classroom suddenly got infiltrated with a text message.

I held my breath, squeezing my eyes shut as I recognised the text sound as my phone. 

"Phones off guys, come on." My math teacher sighed. 

The scary thing is, I had turned my phone off. 

My phone made noise again and I cringed, continuing on with my work to not look too suspicious, "Okay, seriously. Who is it?" 

Everyone looked around, but no one cam  e forward. I just hoped it didn't go off again.

I put my head down, my head completely draining off all and knowledge I did have of trigonometry as I focused on what the text could be.

Fortunately for me, it didn't. But I did have this constant nagging feeling in my brain that the texts were not my Dad asking me what I wanted for dinner.

But just to my luck, my phone started ringing, James is calling...

I froze, looking up to find my teacher and forty pairs of eyes staring directly at me, "Miss Holland, please step outside." Mr Post growled, pointing to the door.

I nodded, quickly scrambling out the door as I answered the phone, pressing it to my ear, "What? I was in the middle of a test." I hissed.

"Have you checked your messages?" He asks me frantic. I shake my head, swallowing my fear as I pull the phone away from my face, clicking onto my texts.

555-345-987
There is a bomb in the boiler room set to thirty minutes from now.

555-345-987
Better get running if you don't want to be lunch for the pigs.

I started heavy breathing, "We've already wasted eleven minutes, meet us down here now, hurry!" 

I hung up the phone, ready to take off when Mr Post opened the door, "Sofia, you do realise the consequences of your actions for having your phone on during a test. And then getting a call? I thought you of all people would know better." 

I looked at Mr Post with wide eyes and shaking hands. 

Without even blinking, I took off in a sprint down the hallway, Mr Post calling after me. I kept running until I reached the cafeteria. Taking a left and smashing through the doors, the gym was full of students that stared at me as I ran toward the boiler room.

I didn't even care.

I took the steps two at a time as I heard the voices of James and Mason.

"What- the- hell- is- going- on." I panted, catching my breath as Mason smirks at me, "You don't get out much, do you Sofia?" 

I glare at him, sucking in a breath.

I was already sweating, taking my sweatshirt off, "So what are we dealing with here?" I questioned, peering over James's shoulder.

"Well, we have twenty two minutes to figure out how to stop this bomb before the whole school blows up and we fucking die, so." James swore, panicking as he stares at the colorful wires.

"Our lives are just like a movie." I mumbled, slumping against the wall as my sweaty body slides everywhere.

All was quiet in the boiler room but tensions were high.

Every now and then, James would mumble some swear words and hit the wall beside him. But we had no progress, "How much longer?" I asked.

He was hesitant, "Fifteen minutes." James said.

I closed my eyes, "We need to get everyone out of here." I said, "How do we do that? We can't tell the school there's a bomb because then we'll be accused?" 

An idea popped into my head and I looked around the room, "Give me your lighter." I said to Mason, holding out my hand, "What? No-"

"Give it to me." I yelled.

Mason rolled his eyes but nonetheless gave me his lighter. I grabbed it and started gathering stuff together, "What are you doing?" Mason asked me.

"Help me stack these buckets." 

Mason followed my eyes and nodded once, "I hope you're right about this Sofia." Mason shrugged, grabbing the buckets.

I stood on them, wobbling as I try to balance. Lifting my hand up, I spark the lighter, holding it near the fire alarm. Nothing.

I spark it again, this time lighting a flame as it burns the tip of the plastic black. 

Suddenly, the horrible fire alarm noise blares through the school. It starts to rain in the boiler room as I get completely soaked, "Sofia get down!" James calls. I look down, realising it's higher up than I thought.

"Yeah c-coming." I said, placing a foot down.

The water was covering my eyes with my hair and I could barely see. I dropped the lighter somewhere, my feet slipping on the buckets before they go from under me.

I scream, preparing for impact. But it never comes.

I open my eyes, seeing James's worried face above me as he holds my half-falling body in mid-air, "Come on, we gotta go." He says. 

I nod, clearing my throat before we sneak out of the boiler room. Thankfully, everyone from the gym is already gone so we can sneak out without being seen.

People were lining the field as we made our way outside, scanning the grass for our classes, "I'll text Evelyn, she'll wanna know what's going on." 

Mason departed from us, leaving James and I alone, "Are you okay?" He asks me. I nod, "Yeah, fine. Look, just go to your class, I'll meet you once it's over." 

I spot my class, slipping in quietly to the back while Mr Post is busy doing attendance.

Evelyn
What the hell is going on?? We can hear the alarms from my house!??!?!?!!?

Mason
Bomb

Evelyn
WHAT? 

James
It was them, they planted it. Said we had 30 mins to difuse it.

Evelyn
And did you??

Me
No.

I sighed, closing my phone as multiple fire trucks pull into the school. Hopefully it'll just be a theory that the boiler room over heated?

I sat on the grass, my wet clothes making me cold as I prayed no one would question why the hell I was soaking wet.

"Can we have your attention please." Principal Grand announced through a microphone. The student body went silent. "We thought at first it was a boiler room mishap, that it had over heated-" I held my breath.

"That however, is not the case."

What?

"Whoever was in the boiler room, attempting to light it on fire, you left your lighter." Principal Grand said, holding up a blue lighter.

My face paled and I felt sick, "We will be running a fingerprint test through the police and you will be charged."

It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. 

All I could hear was the pounding of my heart.

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